A night without a night without an end to the song, light from the other side could almost reach me here, a dream without a rest in the moment it was calm, reaching reaching for something that i know for sure
A night without a night without an end to the song, light from the other side could almost reach me here, a dream without a rest in the moment it was calm, reaching reaching for something that i know for sure
Green Somnia
sometimes you lose a part of yourself that never comes back. i think i'd be happy if I could draw like i used to again. but for now there has to be compromise. i think there's value in still showing some of the clumsy first steps back. see you again on the other side.
i'm gradually getting back into drawing, since this is one of my only outlets when i'm not working on the thesis. unfortunately it's still quite difficult for me to capture my own style from before the accident. something feels missing about the level and complexity of detail.
Metal Masked Machines, built in every shape, cast in every form, alone amongst their kind, and lost in every way. Metal Mask Machines, whose mirrors cannot seem, to reflect the selves they were, before it was today.
Metal Masked Machines, built in every shape, cast in every form, alone amongst their kind, and lost in every way. Metal Mask Machines, whose mirrors cannot seem, to reflect the selves they were, before it was today.
Sometimes You Lose A Part Of Yourself That Never Comes Back
thank you ^-^
i think i didn't end up feeling like the piece was finished, but wanted to share it anyway while the feelings were somewhat fresh.
when i started this one it was meant to be accompanied by some reflections on getting closer to a year and a half into transition. maybe mostly feelings about still working on lots of things very slowly.
i was recently in a car accident, and the concussion and whiplash from it has made completing a lot of everyday tasks quite difficult in the short term. naturally this makes it similarly challenging to draw even in the times im not actively focusing on my thesis. mixed feelings about this.
objects lost and found, reveal themselves again, reflected in a shape and form unknown to every one. mask makers unbound, in burning second sight, i saw a time before a time when solace had no name.
objects lost and found, reveal themselves again, reflected in a shape and form unknown to every one. mask makers unbound, in burning second sight, i saw a time before a time when solace had no name.
Transient Representation
Calm inside chaos inside the calm again, mask in the mirror where the self began, claws all aligned according to plan, waves washing over the pain that never ends
Calm inside chaos inside the calm again, mask in the mirror where the self began, claws all aligned according to plan, waves washing over the pain that never ends
Ripple Effect
Big Beautiful Weapon
The Glass Burns Brighter on the Other Side
Clawed Connection
Metal made real in every way, Night time delusions that lead all astray, life left to live in Perfect Dark, Night just a playground for machines to make their Mark.
Metal made real in every way, Night time delusions that lead all astray, life left to live in Perfect Dark, Night just a playground for machines to make their Mark.
I Was Made To Thrive in Perfect Darkness
Metal Masked Machines, built for almost anything, their powers grow and souls exposed to shards of endless night. The machines spin and turn, like all the times before, the machines never learn, they live to the end of another day.
Metal Masked Machines, built for almost anything, their powers grow and souls exposed to shards of endless night. The machines spin and turn, like all the times before, the machines never learn, they live to the end of another day.
The Pain from Yesterday Follows You For the Rest of Your Life
Passionate Inferno
The Watcher and Her Faithful Guardian
Indecisive Improvisation
it's a throwaway.
it's a throwaway.
The Throwaway
The Dread Song Tolls, and so do we, red rivers flow through the night with ease, the distance grows, and we do too, i cannot be a shape that is more like you...
A Shape that Cannot Fit In Anywhere - The Dread Song Tolls, and so do we, red rivers flow through the night with ease, the distance grows, and we do too, i cannot be a shape that is more like you...
A Shape that Cannot Fit In Anywhere
glad you like them! i take a lot of inspiration from real life animals for the colours and organic forms, among other things.
Two Different Kinds of the Same Thing